“Zetia was trying to help you.”“With what?” I asked.“A crossbow bolt,” the Count answered, pulling it out of my cloak with a firm pull.“...ucky shot,” I responded, shrugging and looking at the disapproving eyes of my wife.With the offending bolt in his hand, the Count walked towards the crest of the hill. We followed him, while hoping Julie would let the near miss go without another comment. At the top of the hill the Count went pale, bent over and hurled his lunch. Once he recovered, he looked. Four is a poured concrete wall with no possible entrances; we’d have to use our own bombs to get in. The skylight hole in the roof seems an obvious gap in the defense, but anyone coming through it will be in the first two guns’ crossfire. Dietz will likely position himself here.” Ramirez indicated the room with the cell.“He’s not as boxed in there as you’d think.” Mander observed. “Nowhere to fall back but the cell, true. But him and the guy watching the hall would have a SWAT team in an. Carol let the way through to a moderate-sized bed/dump room with an even larger bay window overlooking a sloping drop and miles of lovely countryside. “this is my spare room” she said. Oh, nice I commented and set her up for a couple of test shots against the backdrop. “Did the agency tell you what I had in mind she commented?” “Not fully but that’s agencies” I commented. “Oh, OK, I need some shots for work both official and casual she replied” with a smile. Fine I thought makes my life a. Approximately 15 minutes later we pulled up alongside a fairly large house in a gated community. There was not much activity on the front lawn but as we entered the house I was shock to see ladies clad in thong bikini and an assortment of lingerie. The men were dressed in robes, boxes, swim trunks or naked. “This is a wet and wild pajama party,” Nefertiti informed me. “Have you ever been to one? “ “No” I replied, soaking in the scenery. “Well, now you have,” she responded. We mingled for a.